Faraday put down the newspaper, all four eyes closed simultaneously.
"I've known him for over ten years, he knows very well what the outcome of his actions will be."
At that moment, the subway entered a tunnel, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.
A breeze blew through the train carriage, and when the subway emerged from the tunnel, a data chip appeared out of thin air in Faraday's hand.
"The needed intel is in hand, get ready to disembark."
After speaking, he stood up from the subway seat eagerly, as if he had endured being there for too long. At this moment, it was still visible that a blanket was laid over the seat.
The bodyguard beside him skillfully picked up the blanket, folded it neatly, and put it into a pocket.
